Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Scrapbooks are therapeutic to me, especially when I am finally able to preserve something like this, the equivalent of a "Debutante Ball" when I was a mere 17 years old. (Okay, I WAS going on 18 by this time.) Still, my oldest is now less than 6 years from 18. It's great to look back at that reality, so different from my life now. It's even more amazing to know that the life I'm living now was already present (at least parts of it) in her mind. I thought I had a lot to offer then, now I know that it's true.

Well, it ought to be a headline somewhere, shouldn't it? How was this miracle worked, you ask? It is, in truth, fairly simple. Like most miracles - a need was at its heart. The Boy needed dividers for his binder. He's learning to organize his school things, and not a moment too soon since Jr. High will be upon us in 8 months. At the store, Mother was unable to find the dividers - they were sold out. At first Mother was a bit frustrated, but only until she remembered that:a) There was, at home, every item needed to create an incredible assortment of dividers.b) Among the needed items, there happened to be an assortment of papers designed by herself and the Boy's father.c) Said papers had been designed with THE BOY in mind - making them just hip enough and cool enough to be seen in the binder by his friends.When all of the pieces came together, the Boy was so excited his mood was elevated for an entire morning. (Note that this IS the miracle in all of this.) He skipped off to school much happier than he had been in weeks, literally. And of course, Mother was happy, too.Below is an image of the complete set of papers we designed - obviously, it was the "boy stuff" he liked.

About Me

I am a happy soul with a good life. Born to loving parents, the oldest of 6 daughters, I was raised Navy style all over the world. I am a Nurse and the mother of 5, raising them suburb style in the Western United States.